There was a Sentinel of Cascade,
Whose senses he could not escape.
Then, "Don't sweat it," said Blair.
"Your woes will soon be less than your hair."
Which the Sentinel thought better unsaid.

There was a Sentinel of Cascade,
Who knew he was in over his head
When he smelled such a stink,
He could not help but flinch,
And the Sentinel took to his bed.

His Shaman of the Stinky City
Looked at his Sentinel with pity,
And said, "Please wake!
I'm such a flake!"
And the Sentinel twitched briefly.

The Shaman was quite excited,
And he shook Jim all delighted.
"It stinks," Jim bitched;
Again, he twitched,
And the Shaman the trash discovered.

The Sentinel woke at last, still sleepy,
But both of them were finally happy!
But now, desist!
(my mind insists)
Before I get much more silly.

There was a lady reporter visiting Cascade
Who chanced into some dangerous straits
She screamed, "Superman!" in fear
Unaware Jim Ellison was near
And was saved by him instead.

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